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Time

I spied a man,
his face was old.
His eyes were sharp,
his stare, so cold,
and as he peered back into mine
I knew that man,
his name was TIME…. 

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  • PawPrint
    July 15, 2008

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    Brilliant!

    Rhymed like a knife! Reminds me of a piece I heard from my old Uncle John in Scotland. Check my page out for a rendition...